Rain comes in buckets
Pitta patta pitta patta
It is not the same
Gloomy darkness inhales the sky
Burnt bark smouldering
Just like that healing wound

Those rich maniacs
Emptying their money
At the expense of nature –
Wrecking the world

It tries to tell you a message
We don’t understand 
Not until now
We can help
It won’t be enough
But we’ve got to try